Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed. All the credit goes to the writers, producers, and anyone else that I missed.

"Emily, Samantha, I want you to run into the woods and hide, alright?" A young woman asked her children, tying black, hooded cloaks around their tiny forms.
Samantha, 11, and Emily, 6, looked up at their mother, fear dancing in their pale blue eyes.
"Why mommy? Can't we come with you?" Emily asked softly.
The women looked at her daughter with sad eyes. "No...you can't.
"Katrina Grover!" cried an angry voice from outside the small cottage where Katrina, Emily, and Samantha lived.
Katrina's eyes widened a bit. She quickly finished tying Emily's cloak. She kissed both her daughters on the cheek.
"Go into the woods and hide. And whatever you do, don't use your powers, not for anyone. Don't tell anyone what you are," Katrina whispered frantically. She untied a necklace from around her neck. On it was a round, golden charm. She tugged at the charm and it came apart to form two half moons. She placed each half on a golden band and tied it around both girls' necks.
"Mommy, we don't want you to go!" Cried Emily.
Katrina hushed them as the sound of angry voices filled the clearing outside the cottage.
"Go, hide. Never come back to this cottage. Do you understand?"
Hesitantly, the girls nodded.
Katrina pulled a piece of white paper from her pocket and slipped it into the pocket of Samantha's raggedy skirt. "If you are ever in true danger, I want you to read what's on that paper. It will take you to three women who will help you. Trust them to take good care of you. Alright?" She said gently. "But don't open it unless you truly must." She kissed both girls and rushed them to the back door. "Go, quietly. Run."
Samantha held her little sisters hand tightly. Tears in her eyes, she sniffled. "I love you mommy." She turned and ran, holding Emily's hand tightly.
"Katrina Grover, we're coming for you!" Growled an angry voice.
The front door of the cottage was knocked in. Two men walked in and grabbed Katrina by the arms, pushing her forward. Another man stepped in front of her.
"The town of Salem hereby accuses you of witchcraft, Katrina Grover. The sentence is death by hanging," The man growled, almost taunting her.
Katrina stared at him, eyes narrowed with hate. She had always hated Officer Delis. He worked for the Governor and had always hated Katrina and her family. When her husband died, Officer Delis had raised her tax pay.
The men pushed Katrina forward and, without a struggle, she walked..
A crowd had gathered and threw rocks at her as she was brought by.
Katrina barely so much as winced Minutes later, they arrived in the middle of the town. Katrina was pushed onto a platform, where her death awaited her. The executor bound her hands behind her back and pulled the rope over her neck, then tightened it. Officer Delis read from a scroll. He finished and the lever was pulled. The platform under Katrina fell away and the rope squeezed her throat. She gasped a bit, her lungs burning.
Please be safe, my daughters...Katrina thought, before she breathed her last breath.

~*~*~

The woods were big and scary for an eleven and six year old. Samantha held her little sister's hand tightly tears still in her eyes. She didn't understand why her mommy hadn't wanted her. Had she been bad? Did she do something wrong? But there hadn't been time for those kinds of questions. They had been pushed from the cabin quickly.
Samantha fingered the small half-moon pendant around her neck. She would never take it off. Never. She didn't know why her mommy had sent her out of the cabin like she had, but Samantha feared she's never see her again. If that was the case, then the moon pendant was the only thing of her mom's she had left.
"My feet hurt, Samma," Emily whimpered. "Can't we stop walking now?"
Samantha shook her head. "No. Mommy doesn't want us at the cabin, so we should go further away. We'll get to a safe spot and stop to rest for the night, I promise Emily."
Emily whimpered, but trudged on. She squeezed her sister's hand tighter. "Why did mommy want to get rid of us?" She asked sadly, sniffling.
Samantha didn't answer right away. Minutes passed before she finally said anything, her answer short and simple.
"I don't know."

Hours had passed since Samantha and Emily had left the small cottage they had grown to love. Night was falling and soon it would be too dark to continue on. Emily whimpered as she followed Samantha. The girls walked for a couple more miles, then Samantha spotted a cave. It looked big enough to fit the two of them and she could cover the entrance with leaves and rocks.
"Come on, Emily. We'll camp there for now," Samantha panted, her legs aching. Her stomach growled with hunger, but they had nothing to eat. She ignored the rumbling and pulled Emily to the cave.
The cave was bigger than it looked from the outside. Inside, a fire roared with warmth. Some blankets were piled in one corner and some food was piled in another corner. Samantha's eyes widened. Was the cave already occupied? If it was, then where was everyone? It was the only place they had.
"Come on. Let's tuck you in, then I'll prepare some food," Samantha said soothingly. She walked to the blankets and set some out, then helped Emily into them. She tucked the tired little girl in, then walked to the piled of food. She turned to ask Emily what she wanted, but she was already asleep. Tired herself, Samantha fixed up her own bed next to Emily. She got in and quickly fell asleep.

A young blonde woman entered the cave she shared with her coven. In times like these, it was the safest place. She gasped when she saw two young girls asleep by the almost-burned out fire.
"Anne-Marie! Anne-Marie, come quickly!" The blonde girl hissed.
Anne-Marie stepped into the cave and walked swiftly over to the blonde women. "What is it, Hope?"
Hope pointed and Anne-Marie looked. Her eyes widened in shock. "Oh my," she murmured."
"What's going on?" questioned a red haired girl who had just entered the cave, followed by an older, raven-haired girl.
"We have visitors, Caroline," Anne-Marie explained to the red haired girl.
One of the little girls shifted positions and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She focused her gaze on the four older women. She gasped and shook awake the other little girl, who gasped in fright. The small brunette child, who looked older, stood, pulling the younger one with her. She stepped back, holding the frightened little girl close.
Anne-Marie stepped closer. "It's okay. We won't hurt you," she said gently. "Can you tell us your names?"
"Why don't we just forget their names and throw them out?" snapped the raven- haired girl. "They could be spies working with the witch- hunters.
Anne-Maria rolled her eyes. "They're but little girls, Abby. I doubt they're spies."
Abby let out a huff of annoyance and crossed her arms.
Hope giggled. "Ignore Abby. She's a sourpuss."
"Now please, tell us your names?" Anne-Marie asked gently.
The brunette spoke first. "I-I'm Samantha. This is my sister, Emily."
Anne-Marie smiled at them. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Anne-Marie. And these are my friends, Hope, Caroline, and Abby. Could you tell us how you got here? Are you lost?"
Samantha pouted in fear. Could she trust these girls? Her mommy had always taught her not to talk to strangers. She frowned, realizing that they were the only ones she and Emily had now.
"Our mommy told us to leave and not come back," Samantha finally said, tears prickling in her eyes.
Caroline gasped. "That's horrible. Why would she say that?"
Samantha shrugged, standing protectively in front of Emily. "She said she had to do something in town, but she wouldn't tell us what."
Abby frowned. "What is that, around your neck?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
Samantha fingered the golden moon charm. "My mommy gave it to me and my sister. It used to be a circle . . .she broke it and gave each of us half."
"Let me see that!" Abby cried, lunging at Samantha, who screamed in fear.
A hand shot out, blocking Abby. "Abby, don't! You're frightening her!" Anne-Marie yelled.
"But that's the symbol of our-"
Anne-Marie gave Abby a warning glare and Abby shut up.
Samantha was shaking; Emily was crying.
"Don't worry. We won't let anything happen to you. Do you trust us?" Anne-Marie asked gently.
She wasn't sure if she did completely, but Samantha nodded.